Thanks for showing up yet again to see what I have been up to. We have lived through the first week in our new house and I am so pleased to watch the house coming together! Tuesday the fridge came, which changed everything for the better. You really get an appreciation for appliances when you have to live without them for several days.
By Thursday, we had settled into an adaptation of our usual routine…waiting out front for Stuart to come home from work, then helping him make his dinner.
I spent Friday running errands and hammering shit into the walls. It is starting to look less like a model home and more like we live here.
We spent Saturday cleaning and unpacking the remaining boxes in preparation to have friends over. Some of Stuart’s coworkers came over in the evening and we had some drinks and grilled.
We wrapped up a wonderful weekend by grilling again and then I soaked with a new bath bomb. Can’t beat that for a Sunday evening!
Here’s to another week! I hope yours was amazing.
What a damn week. Holy crap. If you follow us on social media (and I mean, if you don’t, that’s ridiculous), you already know that I moved. Well it was a hell of a move and we are still settling in and unpacking.
Because of the move, things have really blurred together and can barely remember anything that happened before moving day last week. Tuesday, while I was getting ready to take the kids to the pool, we found out that we got the house. It was extremely shocking, because we had so many issues with finding and being approved for something we loved.
Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday was a lot of working and preparing to move. So much packing and it’s funny how it goes – you start out packing very organized with labels on everything….and quickly devolve into throwing shit into garbage bags.
Friday, we got the keys to the house in the evening and took the kids inside for the first time. I was so happy to look around again, because there were lots of details I had completely forgotten.
Once we left, we went home to grill at the apartment one last time.
And then, it was Moving Day. Holy hell. TWENTY HOURS. Stuart, me, and 4 crazy ass kids.
It was finally done and the unpacking and settling in commenced.
And that was my crazy-ass week. Who else freaking HATES moving?!